I'm upstairs this morning, trying to focus on praying, and all I can hear is the kids downstairs playing some game about who tastes like what. And as I strive to meditate on God's sovereignty and the hope that I have in the gospel (you know--weighty, serious matters), this is the conversation in the background:
Child 1: "I taste like meatballs covered with chicken!"
Child 2: "I taste like slugs!"
Child 1: "I taste like cod liver oil!"
Child 3: "Well, I SMELL like cod liver oil!"
Seriously.
So then I just have to stop and thank God for His sovereignty in the choice of noisy, crazy children I have :)
1 comment:
Hmmm, how does child 2 know what slugs taste like? Could it be that boys are even more different than I ever imagined? ;-)
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